River Wild Novels & Stories

It's a secluded spot, far away from prying eyes, which only amplifies my fear. The water itself is a tumultuous mix of shades, ranging from deep blues to frothy whites as it crashes against rocks and boulders. The river's surface is disturbed, creating ripples and small waves that seem to mock my death hopes of finding my beloved wife unharmed. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and vegetation, adding to the tense atmosphere.

The view was breathtaking, as the moon cast a silver glow upon the landscape below. She could see the river winding its way through the forest, reflecting the moonlight like a ribbon of liquid silver. She could hear the sound of water rushing over rocks, creating a soothing melody. She had been alone and orphaned and have been forced to fend for herself ever since. She had become a rogue, a wolf without a pack, wandering from place to place, surviving on her wits and skills. She had thought her life was over. But then she had met Vitale. She shook her head to clear the thought and decided to leave the cliff and head back to the pack house. She needed to get some rest and clear her head. She

She knew it would be even more beautiful at other times of the year. The recent storm had swollen the stream. In some places it bounced furiously down the rock, sending small splashes of white into the air; in others it gathered into clear pools, where the eddying currents carried dead leaves and other detritus around in spiraling dances. It should have been cold sitting here exposed to the chill breeze, but not with Rave beside her. His heat seemed to seep into the rock, warming her seat almost as if she was sitting on a heated pad. “That's the Moodus River down there,” Rave said. “A mile or so downstream, it flows into the Salmon River. We're not too far from the infamous noises that had y

he said, defiant. “Link some of your guys, see what they’re saying,” I said. He nodded. “Greg’s location is empty too, about four miles west of here,” he said, looking deep in thought. “Is that one special,” I asked. “Hell yeah, it overlooks the river and we always, always have that under a minimum of four guards at all times. You could have anyone just come in off a boat, bringing who knows what,” he said. Hmm. Most packs aggressively guarded any water spots near their borders, that was true.

“I’ll see you in the morning, you should rest. If you do not, your energy won’t build up enough for you to go to this Riverside without a river at its side.” The young struggling woman coughed, “Yeah. I feel every inch of my body.” She went into her bathroom to get a cup of water. When she came back, Grandmother Willow was gone. Knowing that she needed to rest before morning. Ava laid her head down and slipped into her mind of dreams.

I try to turn on the shower to have my bath when I realize it’s not working. Come on’ I tap the shower head and realise my water has been cut off. I frown, my lips almost wobbling, sucking it up. I head to my water storage. This has happened too many times to count that I had to start storing water. I’m neck-deep in debt, and I have no idea how to solve this issue.

“You’ve got the pieces. And you’ve got us to guide you. But W.I.L.D. is also something you become through experience, through trust, and through embracing every part of yourself.” Serenya exhaled, feeling the weight of the day, the forest, the lessons, and the truth of their words settle inside her. “I… think I get it. Watchfulness, Instinct, Learning, Determination. W.I.L.D.” Solana’s presence thrummed in agreement. And you will carry it, little one. Not just for yourself… but for all who depend on you. Cheyenne ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now let’s see if that W.I.L.D. mind of yours can handle one more drill before sunset.”

The motorcycle was supposed to go off the bridge. Seventy miles per hour, hit the ramp, launch over the guardrail, land clean in the foam pit forty feet below. Simple. The kind of stunt Sienna Calloway had done a hundred times. Her heartbeat was steady inside her helmet, palms dry, vision already narrowing to that single laser point fixed on the ramp ahead. This was the part she lived for. Not the credit that flashed on screen for four seconds before the audience forgot her name. This. The suspended breath at the edge of impossible. The only moment the low constant hum of dread that followed her everywhere finally, mercifully, stopped.

The Rogue is getting sloppy. The wind shifts. Suddenly the trail is everywhere, overlaying itself until I almost lose it. Then I see the river—Stormcreek, the old boundary between Nightshade and Blackwood. The current is swollen, cold and fast, but the scent is unmistakable. The Rogue crossed here and didn’t care who saw. I strip and swim across, body numbing, then shift the second my feet hit muddy bank. The wolf makes the next mile in half the time, senses lit up, every nerve buzzing with purpose and dread.

Others too joined him in the living room. "Let's explore first," suggested Jaxon. "Yes, we can see the attractions around Colorado in a paddle boat as well as check out some of the watersports offered, " suggested Ralph. They all agreed and went over to the waterfront to plan out what they could do. They rented paddle boats and explored the Lower Colorado River and visited the many cultural and historic sites. They saw the colorful rock formations, the deep canyons, and spectacular desert wildlife in the Black Canyon and Topock Gorge areas. It was nearly evening by the time they were done. The whole day there was a strange tension between Ralph and Raven. Ralph had no clue why she suddenly